LawrenceMinute0066: Anthropophagous Ritual
For days only the thick of the jungle has greeted you. For days you've traveled down stream unsure where this meandering river will take you. Civilization exists only in memory and in the days gone by has become but a vague construct of your imagination. The loneliness of the jungle is overwhelming. One can only be intimidated by the darkness that lies beyond the trees. Everything here is dangerous. Relentless.
Is it your imagination or are a thousand hostile eyes staring back at you from that wall of black? Suddenly in the sweaty dusk you start to hear something. Soft at first but steadily growing louder. Is it a tribal ritual of some sort? The hypnotic rhythm draws you in, urging you to succumb to its pulse. Eating away at your will to resist. You notice that your muscles have gone soft and your mind feels like pudding. You see the spinning lights slowly coming towards you...
You are powerless.
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